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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Quantec,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.