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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.