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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.