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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.