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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.