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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.