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 Congo and from Manila.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.