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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.