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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.