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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.