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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.