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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Magma,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.