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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.