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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.