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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.