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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.