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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Ronan,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.