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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Cameo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.