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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.