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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.