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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.