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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.