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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.