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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.