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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.