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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.