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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.