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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.