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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.