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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.