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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.