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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.