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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.