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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.