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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon 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 rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.