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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.