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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
New Order,
Wings,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.