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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.