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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.