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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Television,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.