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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.