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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.