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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.