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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.