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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.