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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Television,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.