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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.