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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.