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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.