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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.