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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.