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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.