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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.