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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.