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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.