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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.