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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.