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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
PIL,
Nas,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.