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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.