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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.