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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 Television 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.