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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.