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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Human League,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.