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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.