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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Fear,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.