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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.