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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.