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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.