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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.