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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.