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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.