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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
cv313,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.