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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.