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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.