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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.