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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.