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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Inner City,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.