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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
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.