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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.