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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.