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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.