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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.