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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.