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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.