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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.