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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Monks,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.