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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.