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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.