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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.