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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.