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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.