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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.