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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.