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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.