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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.