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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.