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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.