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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.