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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.