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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.