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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.