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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.