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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.