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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.