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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.