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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.