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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.