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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Japan,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.