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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.