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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.