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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.