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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bill Near to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.