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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.