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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Scan 7 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.