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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.