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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.