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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.