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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.