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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.