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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Mars,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Television,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.