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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.