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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.