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 East Timor and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Index,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.