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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.