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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.