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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.