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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Index,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.