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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.