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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.