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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.