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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.