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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.