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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.