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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.