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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.