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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.