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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Interpol,
AZ,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.