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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.