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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Brick,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.