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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.