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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.