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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.