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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
UT,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.