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 South Africa and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Wings to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.