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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Wings,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.