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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Symarip,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.