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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.