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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.