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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.