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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.