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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.