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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
MC5,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.