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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.