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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.