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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.