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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Television,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.