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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.