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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.