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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.