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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.