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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.