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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.