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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.