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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.