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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.