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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.