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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Associates,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.