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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Nas,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.