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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Associates,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.