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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.