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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.