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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Monks,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.