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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.