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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.