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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Television,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.