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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.