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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.