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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.