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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.