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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.