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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.