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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.