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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.