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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.