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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.