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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.