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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.