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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Faust,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.