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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.