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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.