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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.