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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.