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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.