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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.