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 Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.