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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.