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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.