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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.