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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.