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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.