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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Durutti Column 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.