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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.