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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.