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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
AZ,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.