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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.