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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.