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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.