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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.