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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.