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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.