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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.