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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.