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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.