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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.