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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.