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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.