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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
cv313,
Whodini,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.