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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Brick,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.