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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Q65,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.