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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.