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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Interpol,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.