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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.