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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Deakin,
New Order,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.