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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.