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 Papua New Guinea 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.