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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.