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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.