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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.