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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.