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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Erasure,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.