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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.