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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.