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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Hashim 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.