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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.