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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.