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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.