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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.