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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.