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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.