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 Burkina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.