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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.