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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.