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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.