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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.