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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.