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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.