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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.