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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.