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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.