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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.