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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.