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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.