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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.