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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.