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 France and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.