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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.