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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.