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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.