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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.