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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.