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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Index,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.