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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.