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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.