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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.