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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.