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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.