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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.