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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.