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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.