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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Joy Division 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.