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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.