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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.