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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.