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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.