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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.