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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.