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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.