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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.