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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.