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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.