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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.