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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.