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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.