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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.