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 India and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.