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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Technova,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.