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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.