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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.