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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.