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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.