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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.