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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Scion,
Cymande,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.