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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.