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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The Monks,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.