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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.