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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.