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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.