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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.