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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.