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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.