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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.