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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Wake to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Hashim,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.