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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.