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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.