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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.