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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.