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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.