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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.