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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.