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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.