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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.