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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.