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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.