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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Lyres,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.