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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.