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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.