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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.