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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Wings,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.