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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.