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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.