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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.