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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dark Day 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.