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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.