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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.