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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.