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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.