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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Move,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.