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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.