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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.