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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.