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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.