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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.