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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Slits,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.