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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Index,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.