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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.