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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.