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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.