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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
the Germs,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.