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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.