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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.