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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.