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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.