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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.