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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Can,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.