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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.