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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.