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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.