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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.