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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.