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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.