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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.