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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.