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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.