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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.