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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.