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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.