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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Crime,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.