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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.