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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.