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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.