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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.