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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.