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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.