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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.