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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.