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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.