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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.