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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.