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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.