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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Nico,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.