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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Television,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.