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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.