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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.