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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.