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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Television,
This Heat,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.