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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.