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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.