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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.