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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.