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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.