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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
The Slits,
10cc,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.