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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.