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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
JFA,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.