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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.