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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Nico,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.