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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.