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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.