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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.