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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.