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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.