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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.