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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.