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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.