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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.