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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
UT,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.