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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.