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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.