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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Bluetip,
DNA,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.