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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
UT,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.