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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Sound 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.