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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Smoke 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.