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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.