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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.