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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.