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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.