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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.