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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.