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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Nas,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.