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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.