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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.