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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.