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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.