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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.