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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.