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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.