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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.