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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.