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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.