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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.