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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Crime,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.