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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.