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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.