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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.