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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.