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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MC5 to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Franke,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.