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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.