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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.