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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.