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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.