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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.