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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.