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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.