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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Scientists,
Can,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
UT,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.