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 Slovakia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.