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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.