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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.