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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.