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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.