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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.