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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.