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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.