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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.