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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.