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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Q65,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.