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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.