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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Can,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.