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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.