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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.