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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Japan,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.