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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.