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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 David Axelrod 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Ituana,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.