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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.