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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.