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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.