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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
World's Most,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.