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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.