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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.