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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.