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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.