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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.