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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.