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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.