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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.