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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Index,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.