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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.