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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.