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 Russia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.