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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
CMW,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Swans,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.