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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.