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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.