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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.