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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.