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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.