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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.