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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.