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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.