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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.