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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.