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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.