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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.