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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Index,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.