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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.