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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
10cc,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.