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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.