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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.