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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.