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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.