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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.