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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.