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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.