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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.