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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.