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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.