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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.