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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.