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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
X-102,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.