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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.