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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.