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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.