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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Martian 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.