Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Faust,
The Doors,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.