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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.