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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.