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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Monks,
X-102,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.