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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.