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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Can,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.