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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.