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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.