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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.