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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.