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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
X-102,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.