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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.